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It wasn’t his ship, but Bo seemed to know every centimeter of it anyway. He led Scout down the length of the marketplace to where it ended in a wide staircase with shallow steps spaced so far apart it was almost not even a staircase. The dogs trotted along beside her, occasionally smelling the air. Then they started to pull at the leashes, trying to urge her on faster.
“Where are we going?” Scout asked as she fought to keep a firm hold on their leashes.
“The park,” Bo said, sounding surprised. “Did no one show it to you?”
“No,” Scout said. Her tour of the ship had been a pretty abbreviated affair, limited to the places Sparrow liked best.
“It’s perfect for dogs,” Bo said.
“I guess so,” Scout said as the dogs whined, anxious to move up the seemingly endless staircase just a little
